Chapter Two

                                    

                                          
He looked at the tombstone in front of him there were two names Benjamin Parker and May Reilly-Parker. Under Uncle Ben's name was the date 1976-2011 and under Aunt May's was 1981-2016. "You know ... at least you two are together again. I know how hard it was for you Aunt May when Uncle Ben was murdered during the bank robbery gone wrong." Even if he had his powers the year Uncle Ben was murdered, he wouldn't have been able to do anything as he was so young then. Now for Aunt May's death, he should have been there, he should have been able to save her. He shouldn't have been so stubborn that day and stayed home.
                          
 Aunt May wanted to go out to eat, but Peter just wanted to stay home that day, he was fifteen and it was a saturday. He had already did his run in the city and nothing had came up at least when he went out. Someone was specifically targeting Aunt May or at least targeting him. Someone who knew his true identity, who knew his family and their every move.  They had staged it as a regular old car accident, but Peter knew. He knew it wasn't. There was an letter addressed to him, to his birth name anyway. Taunting him in every way they could think of. Since that day, he hasn't seen the culprit or heard from them. He had no more family left after Aunt May passed away, that's why Mr. Stark made it possible for him to stay with them. 
                          
He stayed there until the sun went down and the lights of the city lit his way, "It's going to be my eighteenth birthday soon. I wish you were here to help me celebrate. You always made my birthdays fun for me ... you were the only one who ever actually cared. It's my second birthday without you here. Everyone that passes it just gets harder and harder." He whispered and gently touch where his Aunt's name was on the stone. "I love you so much, Aunt May. Rest in peace until I come and visit again."  Peter stood up and walked out of the cemetery to the sidewalk, he looked down at his watch. It was about eight o'clock, maybe he should go scout and try to pass some more time. 
                          
It was New York after all, there has to be some type of crime going down. He went into the darkness so he wouldn't be seen to change out of his normal clothes. Slipping over the mask, he took in a deep breath and smiled, it felt good to be in the suit again to be able to scout. He went up in the air and swung over to the nearest building perching perfectly on the edge of the roof looking out towards the city. There wasn't much going on was there? Of course not. Then something zoomed passed him knocking him down onto the roof, whatever it was came back just in time for Peter to stand up and regain his balance. "Hello there, Spidey. Long time no see." the figure said with callous in their words. 

                          
The figure looked like a Goblin to him, he had a shiny metal green suit, and a goblin mask that had yellow eyes and an opening for his mouth. Have they met before?  The voice sounded familiar, but at the same time, it was being covered by a voice changer to make it sound a bit distorted so you couldn't tell who was behind the mask. "I-I'm sorry... do I know you?" Peter asked as he stepped back away from the goblin who chuckled loudly. 
                          
"You will know me, but we haven't officially met. You can call me The Green Goblin. At the moment, you can call me your worst enemy, but I am nothing compared to what is coming to you in the long run, Spidey. You should be very afraid," the Green Goblin got off his glider as it just floated there and he just slowly walked over to the Peter who stood there memorized at the villan. A finger went under the masked hero's chin and lifted his head so their eyes met, he could see a smirk draw on the goblin's face. "I should tell you," he leaned closer to Peter's ear, "I know who you are, Beatrix. Or should I say ... Peter." 
                          
Peter stood there, he could hear the beats of his heart pounding in his ears and his body shake. Why was he so afraid of this villian? There was no need to be afraid he was Spider-Man, he was the Masked Hero. Finally, he managed to slap the Goblin's hand away and jump back. Peter ... I advise you to disengage combat with this ... villian ... he is not in my database, so I am uncertain of his abilities. Karen said in Peter's ears making him bite the inside of his cheek the same spot where there was already a sore. This was good for Peter, if Mr. Stark don't have this villain in the database then he was new. Then again, this Green Goblin guy didn't seem anything, but a newbie to him. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, it had to be Happy trying to get ahold of him. 'Not now Happy, I'm kind of in the middle of something.' "How do you know me?" He asked trying to keep his voice down as much as possible to not make it higher in pitch.